Kinkmeme the Second! (Courtesy the Bee Embuzzy)

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o o p s i forgot the smut

[(Anonymous)]

The darkness closed in on her like a vice, heavy and crushing and suffocating. The events were almost always different but the place was always the same. The damn town, cold and rotting and tonight wasn't any different. She never slept well, and she couldn't sleep deeply when she didn't feel the solid cushions either at her side or her back. Echos of screams and half-buried memories of violent shaking had her grasping for something that wasn't there.

It started with a faint whimper. Flinching from unseen blows and grasping, rotten fingers that were sure to rend her. The whimpers turned to cries, choked sobs as hands gripped at her, pulling at her, carpet buckling beneath her feet in her attempts to run, snarling around her ankles and dragging her backward toward the things she was desperately trying to escape.

It was inevitable, it was always inevitable.

But tonight it was worse.

The floor buckled beneath her and suddenly she was plunged into an icy wet tomb. The water made her lungs burn, she struggled to swim but all her limbs were leaden in the deathly cold. Held back no matter how she struggled, something lashed out from the depths below her and her thigh exploded in fire as it sank its fangs deep into the flesh and tore it away.

Her screams were silent, muffled by the water that rushed into her mouth and choked her, though it was the sudden crushing sensation of being bitten nearly in half and jerked sideways that had her bolting upright and screaming.

She wasn't even fully conscious, Zita's cries were distorted into the furious howls of an onryou, the arms that enveloped her were mistaken for ones that were cold and rotting. Delirious and terrified, her claws and fangs struck at everything within reach, sobbing and screaming in terror even as she was dragged back down to the mattress, soothing noises being murmured into the fur behind her ears as the clammy sweat was wiped from her brow and she was held close to a warm body, feeling their pulse against her skin.

She could smell blood, though she couldn't tell if it was hers or someone else's, her hands were gripping the arm wrapped loosely around her waist in a white-knuckled grip as her claws dug into the flesh. They were saying something to her but the words didn't make sense, and it wasn't until Zita climbed onto the bed and curled up against her chest that Mika finally stopped shaking. Wrapping her arms around the German Shepherd, she said nothing, simply clutching the patient dog and staring wide-eyed into the distance as she tried to will the dreams away.

Fingertips brushed across the edge of the scar on her side and Mika nearly screamed, flinching away from the warmth behind her and clutching Zita so tightly that the dog whimpered in pain. She didn't notice when the tears had started, she just buried her face in Zita's fur and willed the night to end.

[(Anonymous)]

these were not at all the feels I was expectingggg